"God, Julia, I will never understand why girls fall head over heels in love with him," I scrunched my eyebrows up in frustration and contained the temptation that's rising in me; running over to where Zayn Malik is, and strangling him.
"Zendaya!" Julia placed both of her hands on my shoulders and shook me hard. She looked as though she had just received the biggest shock of her life. "Zayn is...he's... Have you seen his eyes?! His smile?! God, Zen! It's no wonder you haven't gotten yourself a boyfriend! Your expectations are just too high!"
"For my own good," I added on nodding lightly.
"So that you'll grow old and lonely because you'll be all by yourself," she gasped, "forever!"
I pulled a long face at her before slinging my bag over my shoulder. "Whatever you say, Julia. I'm sure the perfect guy I'm expecting is out there in the world, waiting for me. Plus, I'm just nineteen! I'm still too young to talk about marriage and all."
"Don't you know that it's the latest trend getting married and having kids as early as possible?" She responded with her eyebrows furrowed.
I nodded. "But that doesn't make any thing any much cooler! It just...somewhat gives you a bad impression. Giving birth to a child in the mid twenties is alright, but nineteen? Just shoot me."
"Goodness, Zen. Goo- holy bird, Zayn Malik is coming!" She turned us around and started slapping my arm like there's no tomorrow. I am so sick of this. I am so sick of his "coolness" and everything. This might be the only opportunity.
I spun around and looked at him...and you know what's weird? He was already looking at me before I even looked at him. Too many "looks" now. "Hey, Zayn Malik, or whoever you are! Will you stop trying to act cool and trying to attract all of the girls in this school? It's annoying. It really, really is. Gah, just stop, please, stop. And for your information, I haven't fallen for you and I never will!"
I drew in a breath and let it out, satisfied with what I'd just said. But, I was unsatisfied when the Julia next to me seemed like she was starting to have a spasm.
"Why did you do that?!" She squeaked, her voice so high that it's practically inaudible. Yes, inaudible!
"Because, he. Is. Getting. On. My. Nerves!" I responded, extremely irritated by everything.
"Oh, shit. Zen- " She got cut off when someone whispered into my ear from behind.
"Your short's unzipped," he chuckled lightly, the smell of cigarette smoke thick in his breath. "I know you're just jealous because every girl wants me but you can't get me." He snickered before walking away, without taking a second glance back, as though nothing had happened. Oh my God.
I swear I felt the vains in my arms and body and my head, burst in anger. The sight of him, the smell of him, the feeling of him just infuriates me. "GOD, I HATE ZAYN MALIK!" I screamed out loud, not caring if anybody heard; like anybody would hear ─ school's ended already and everyone's already gone.
"You see, Julia?! Is that the kind of guy you tend to fall for? Look! He's evil! And arrogant, oh Lord." I tried to knock some sense into her head, but it wasn't working.
"It's the first time I've been so close to him," she dizzily said, a dreamy smile plastered on her lips, "and he's a Bradford bad boy. I likey."
I made a disgusted face and shoved her away from me, "Ew! I don't have no best friend like you! You could totally fall for Niall or Liam but why him?! God.
"Or you could fall for Harry who's eighteen; your age! Or, or you could fall for our ex-senior, Louis Tomlinson, who's now in College, I think? That guy who gives out the instant gay-aura when you're with him, but he's not one?"
|Debby Ryan||as Zendaya Stone|
|Zayn Malik||as Himself|
|Liam Payne||as Himself|
|Niall Horan||as Himself|
|Harry Styles||as Himself|
|Louis Tomlinson||as Himself|